Ur Friendly Brain-Eating Amoeba

@KIRO7Seattle Last year's heroes are this years super-spreaders. Never underestimate the power of the media and politicians to be able to turn people against eachother.

Say what you must, do what you must - now. Time will carry us all away.

This mentality is everythiiiiiiiing.

normalize realizing that the whole cheat code to life is being insanely delusional and optimistic

delusional optimism and relentless effort are the only way out. most people lose before they even start because deep down they already convinced themselves it probably won’t work. they look at the odds and the competition and they try to be more practical and slowly talk themselves out of their own potential. but the people who end up doing insane things usually have one thing in common. they were delusional enough to believe they could actually pull it off before there was any proof. that’s the weird power of delusional optimism. it makes you keep going long enough for reality to eventually catch up to your vision. i just can’t understand why you all are this realistic with your dreams. why you only allow yourself to want things that feel achievable from where you currently stand. every massive success story ever sounded delusional in the beginning. every athlete, artist, entrepreneur, creator, all of them had moments where nobody around them understood the vision. people laughed at them. doubted them. told them to be practical. but they kept going anyway because they were obsessed enough to trust something nobody else could see yet. i mean just think about it. you are alive and here in this world. the odds were already impossibly slim. you exist on a planet floating in infinite darkness where trees communicate underground, where dead stars became the atoms in your body, where creatures glow in the ocean without sunlight ever touching them. your own brain is made of electricity and somehow produces dreams, memories, ideas, emotions. everything about existence sounds insane if you really think about it deeply enough. so why do people suddenly become “realistic” or “practical”the moment it comes to their own potential? there is nothing realistic about being alive in the first place. so be delusional, that’s the only way out. you have to understand that your brain is always creating a story about your future whether you realize it or not. some people constantly imagine rejections and failure or things going wrong. and they live inside those thoughts every day. delusional optimism just means choosing a better story to live inside. it’s believing your life can become bigger than your current reality. it’s trusting that your efforts will eventually compound into something meaningful. it’s waking up every day and continuing to move toward something even when you can’t fully see the outcome yet and life will respond differently when you stop approaching it with fear all the time. when you truly believe something is possible for you, your whole behavior changes. you take more risks, you recover faster from failure, you become more aggressive about the things you want, you start giving your 100% and then your brain also starts searching for ways to succeed and completely ignore the reasons to quit. and over time all those tiny actions compound into a completely different life. you need to believe in your future a little harder than logic allows. cause only those who attempt the absurd can achieve the impossible. “so yeah you need to be a little delusional. you have to believe in things that aren’t true or how else can they become?”

Poetry, therefore, is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends to express the universal, history the particular. – Aristotle (Poetics)

A Catholic wedding is pure Heaven on Earth. ♥️🕊️💍

When Plato says in Phaedrus 246de, “the divine is the beautiful, the wise, the good, and all such as these,” we apprehend that whatever is beautiful signifies the Beauty of God, whatever is wise signifies His wisdom, and whatever is good signifies His good. God works through us.

Hated by His enemies. Betrayed by His friends. Yet died for them both.

L’homme qui se domine est plus grand que celui qui domine les nations. Conquérir son propre cœur est la plus haute des victoires. Tout le reste n’est que conséquence.

Alexander the Great was 16 when his father left him to govern all of Macedonia alone. The Thracian tribes in the north revolted immediately. They assumed a boy couldnt hold power... He marched north with an army, crushed the rebellion, and renamed their capital city after himself. At 16 years old By 18 his father was assassinated at a wedding. Stabbed by his own bodyguard. Alexander watched it happen. imagine seeing that He became king overnight. Every general, every advisor, every neighbouring kingdom assumed the boy-king would crumble. Persia. Greece. Egypt. They all expected Macedonia to collapse into civil war. Everyone doubted him Within 2 years he had secured all of Greece. By 25 he had crossed into Asia with 40,000 men to fight the Persian Empire... the largest empire the world had ever seen. Millions of soldiers, seemingly infinite resources. He was outnumbered in every single battle. At Gaugamela he faced 250,000 Persians with 47,000 men. He personally led the cavalry charge directly at King Darius. Not from behind. Not from a command tent. From the front. On horseback. Into the thickest part of the enemy line. Darius fled. The greatest empire in history broke because one man charged straight at it. By 30 he had conquered everything from Greece to South Asia. He never lost a single battle in his entire life. Not one. His soldiers loved him because he bled with them. He was wounded in nearly every major engagement. Arrow through the lung. Sword to the thigh. He fought anyway. Every time. He died at 32. When asked on his deathbed who should inherit his empire he said: "To the strongest." The boy who watched his father murdered at a wedding conquered the known world in 12 years and was dead before most people figure out what they want to do with their lives. YOUR age is not a limitation. your background, where youre from is not a limitation either. most limitations are self imposed but self belief is also self built. lock in

@AncientHistorry 🔥🔥🔥

Everyone's fighting about Achilles again. Whatever side you're on, most of the takes are flattening him into a meme. Let me remind you who he actually was. Achilles was raised by Chiron, the wisest of the centaurs, who taught him medicine, music, and philosophy alongside war. He could heal wounds and play the lyre. He was never just a killer. His mother, the sea goddess Thetis, knew the prophecy. He could live a long, peaceful life at home in obscurity, or die young at Troy and be remembered forever. He chose Troy. Knowing. When his best friend Patroclus was killed wearing his armor, Achilles' grief broke him. He tore his face. He poured ashes on his head. He refused to eat. Homer gives him the most devastating mourning scene in Western literature, and then Thetis appears and confirms it: if you go back to kill Hector, you will die soon after. He went back anyway. But here's the scene people forget, the one classicists call the moral heart of the Iliad. After killing Hector and dragging his body around the walls of Troy, Achilles is visited at midnight, alone in his tent, by Hector's elderly father, King Priam. Priam, the father of the man Achilles killed, kneels and kisses "the terrible, man-slaying hands that had killed so many of his sons." And Achilles weeps. They weep together. He lifts the old king up, feeds him, gives him a bed for the night, and returns Hector's body for burial with full honors. He even pauses the war so the Trojans can mourn. That's how the Iliad ends. Not a duel. Not a sack. An act of mercy between two grieving men. This is why, six centuries later, Alexander the Great sailed to Troy, anointed himself with oil, ran a footrace around Achilles' tomb, and slept every night with a dagger and a copy of the Iliad under his pillow. This is why the Greek word for hero, hērōs, was practically synonymous with his name. He chose to die for his friend. He wept with his enemy's father. He's been a hero for 2,700 years for a reason.

San Agustín venció las tentaciones cuando dejó de fiarse solo de su propia fuerza y se abandonó a la gracia de Dios. Durante años conocía la verdad, pero seguía encadenado a sus pasiones; hasta que comprendió que la conversión exige cortar con el pecado, abrir la Escritura y pedir a Dios aquello que uno no puede darse a sí mismo. Por eso su oración sigue siendo tan actual: «Da lo que mandas y manda lo que quieras». La castidad, la fortaleza y la conversión nacen de un alma humilde que se deja sanar por Dios. San Agustín no venció por ser impecable, sino por dejar de huir de la gracia. Sancte Augustine, ora pro conversione nostra. Fuentes: San Agustín, Confesiones, VIII, 12, 29; X, 29, 40.

Baltimore Catechism just hits different as the kids say. Though I've long thought beatitudes should be central to living, I've not thought of it like this.

IF YOU LACK SELF-DISCIPLINE, OPEN THIS. 1.

I think Plotinus wrote beautiful and elegant Greek.

@CraftOfMastery Achilles was the better fighter. Hector was the better man.

“If you stay in Larissa, you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman. You will have sons and daughters, and they will have children. And they will love you. And when you are gone, your name will be forgotten. But if you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories of your victories for thousands of years. The world will remember your name.”

Extraordinary results are just 1,000 boring days strung together.

If you had to crown one structure as the most beautiful ever built, what are you picking? I’m genuinely curious.